johnsonboy

I hear that it's St. Patrick's Day.
In fact I'm going to a party with my school newspaper buddies to celebrate this event.
Sad to say, it means nothing to me.
I guess I'll have a few. But no green beer for me. Seems like a really bad idea. Like it would give you gas, at the very least.
A nice Guinness and a shot of Jameson's will ususally do the trick for me.
Yes, it's California, so the real green will be smoked, not drunk.
Which, in my perhaps curmudgeonly view if things, is the way it ought to be.
Pysical pains kept me awake most of the night. I had lots of weird fragmentary thoughts instead of proper dreams.
Today is kind of the same. Like reading the same page over and over but the language keeps changing.